Stranica 108 [108]
88 | LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY.
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it s my opinion, my lord was nt blind to it neither, for he looked at
him, and he says to James, ‘See you dont wake him! he says.”
Cedric moved on his pillow, and turned over, opening his eyes.
There were two women in the room. Everything was bright
and cheerful with gay-flowered chintz. Ihere was a fire on the
hearth, and the sunshine was streaming in through the 1vy-entwined
windows. Both women came toward him, and he saw that one of
them was Mrs. Mellon, the housekeeper, and the other a comfort¬
able, middle-aged woman, with a face as kind and good- humored as
a face could be.
‘““Good-morning, my lord,” said Mrs. Mellon. " Did you sleep
well ?”
His lordship rubbed his eyes and smiled.
‘“Good-morning, he said. ‘I did n’t know I was here.”
" You were carried upstairs when you were asleep,” said the
housekeeper. 5 1 his is your bedroom, and this is Dawson, who is
to take care of you."
Fauntleroy sat up in bed and held out his hand to Dawson, as
he had held it out to the Earl.
" How do you do, ma’am?” he. said. “I’m much obliged to you
for coming to take care of me.”
‘“ You can call her Dawson, my lord,” said the housekeeper with
a smile. ‘She is used to being called Dawson.”
‘‘ Miss Dawson, or Mrs. Dawson?” inquired his lordship.
‘Just Dawson, my lord,” said Dawson herself, beaming all over.
_“ Neither Miss nor Missis, bless your little heart! Will you get up
now, and let Dawson dress you, and then have your breakfast in the
nursery ?”
‘I learned to dress myself many years ago, thank you,” answered
Fauntleroy. ‘“ Dearest taught me. ‘Dearest’ is my mamma. We
had only Mary to do all the work,— washing and all,—and so of |